Atlanta is a city of dichotomy: black and white, rich and poor, vice and virtue. There is nowhere else quite like it, and these are some of our stories — how we got here, what we fight for, who we are, who we will be.
Welcome to Snake Nation.
True Lives, True Crimes
I. Proud Mary
The rain kings had left the city. The Chinese laborers did not bet on the monsoons anymore, nor the mango rains. The billboards for Alain Delon cigarettes tattered in the wind, sun-faded and old.
There were two ways the message could have travelled from Porto’Ercole: to the left, through Orbetello and onwards to Florence, or to the right, eastward and straight to Rome. Naturally, it went to the right. The message was sent to Rome.
“You can’t go wrong opening a story with an ax murder.”
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